User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110804211023

Krind is itching to launch himself upon the now 77earthcrawlers, especially now that their forces are less upon the exit of their Chief and other two officers. Finally he cannot stand it any more. He launches himself from the limb and several ravens do the same. "Earhtcrawlers! Taste our beaks!" Krind lands on the ground ripping and tearing flesh. He then goes straight for the fox, Scranid. "Gittim away from me!" screams Scranid waving a partisan at the huge raven. "Glank! Get Fengir! Heeelp!" Suddenly a burly clump of teeth and fur launches itself upon the raven. Krind fiercely thrusts his beak at it, and it latches its fangs on the raven's neck. But the other ravens come to his rescue. The six others leap on the beast and tear at it until it finally jumps away and stands upright, panting. Fengir turns out only to be a large weasel. A weasel with very sharp and pointed teeth, that is.